Bear, I might seem like one of those Wonderkin that can let stuff go, but it's because I've been living that way since 2001, it's a looonnnggg process. This last week I morphed some things I once said why get rid of them. But I also don't have any kids and my nieces and nephews are well into their 40-50's, they have their own junk.
So I took down all my souviner spoons and racks, and the china teacups that were my grandmothers. 5 big racks of spoons gone and boy did that open up the stairwell.
I kept the rack my dad made me, 40 very special spoons and 8 teacups, they lookk so shiny and pretty.
the racks afre up for sale on craigslist, I guess people like them for hanging jewelry.
the spoons and cups??
this is where I'm going with one group, Chimes.
I set my sand collection free last vacation. I loved that collection and it really was pretty, two keeper guides. But I finally thought of a way to let it go, it worked for me and I have wonderful and funny memories of doing so.
Next up? My father's big bowl of polished pocket rocks he picked up. Also something I love that means a lot to me, but stuff has to go, and they won't mean anything to anyone else. Next cemetery visit (we go twice a year) I'm going to put them around the base of his stone. Makes me smile just thinking about it. Letting go doesn't always mean sell or donate.